This is a song about "I ll kill you wit da gat"

You ll catch some mean lumps

He dont want the diamonds

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

You messin wit da truth,

With women with issues

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush